Sticks and Stones
So many souls have now lost their way.
They search for the answer but their ego will stay.
They slowly regroup and gather up stones.
So many glass houses divided by zones.
Grown men and women partake in such shame.
Pointing a finger and casting out blame.
Look at yourself down deep from within.
Is this how you want your end to begin?
Self-reflection and hate, oil and water.
Is this an example for your son or your daughter?
It’s time now to think, you reap what you sow.
Do you want to keep casting these sticks and these stones?
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